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Chapter Rating: PG-13 (For language, violence and sexual situations)
Chapter 10
Being Ice-Cream Deprived
You quickly go to the bathroom, change out of your school uniform and snag your toothbrush. 'Can't live my room without old yeller of course…' You drop the brush in your bag and proceed out your room carrying the gifts. Just as you close your door, you hear a crash come from the inside of your room, and quickly yank open your door in shock. You gasp at the person in shock before stepping backwards in horror.
"You-why you little- you little freak!" You yell glaring down at the heap of sophomore of your bedroom floor.
The brunette haired boy's eyes widen, as he quickly shuffles to his feet stuffing an unknown garment in his pants pockets. He stands before you stiffly in front of the now open window, blushing and staring at you in horror.
"D-Daken, just what the fuck are you doing here! And what is that on your head?" You ask glaring at the frightened 2nd year as you step forward.
Gyki gasps before reaching up to his head and wrenching off a questionable cloth and hiding it behind his back.
"Ms.(your name), I thought- I thought you wouldn't be here until Monday… Why are you back so early?" He asks nervously.
"Really, I don't think it's any of your business, but I'd like to know why you're in my bloody room!"
"Uhm, cleaning!" He says backing toward the open window, while grinning nervously as you approach him. "You're grandfather hired me to, uh clean your room! Though, it looked fine when I got here so, I'm going leave now, see you later!" He says quickly and nervously before making a lunge toward the window, to which you quickly tackle him to the floor.
"Are you that stupid to think that I'd let you out of here-" You mutter pinning the boy to the floor while digging in his pockets and retrieving the unknown garment. "Scot free…" You finish holding up the garment in your hands, before glaring down at the boy disgustedly.
"You little pervert… I-I never- no one has ever-" You stumble on staring at your clean, white undergarment in horror.
"Ms.(your name), I didn't know this was your room! Honest! Your grandfather told me to do laundry, too!" Gyki yells struggling under your tightening grip.
"Bullshit… " You mutter standing up and pulling the boy up by the ear. "I liked you a little at first, but this is… Don't talk to me anymore; I hope you fail every test you take!" You growl dragging the boy towards the window.
"Ms.(your name), please, I'm sorry! Don't-" He pleads wincing at his stretched ear. "Cancel our sessions!"
You ignore the boy's pleas as you open the window farther and with all your strength you throw the boy out.
"And don't ever come back! Pervert!" You yell tossing your tampered with undergarment in the waste basket.
Walking out your room angrily, you slam the door and stomp down the stairs. 'Stupid, stupid mop-head pervert! The last time I invite a sophomore to my house!' Passing through the kitchen's back door you enter the backyard once again to find Shin sweeping the stone ground beside the dojo.
"Shin! Do you know who sent me this?" You ask the bat demon holding up the stuffed rabbit.
"That bloody boyfriend of yours who else?" He grumbles.
"Oh? What's wrong, Shin? You're not… Jealous are you?" You ask hugging close the plush animal, while peering at the bat demon closely.
"Hell no, that damn dog or fox whatever the thing is pooped in back of the dojo again and I have to clean it up!" He says irately and giving you a dirty look.
"Oh…" You look at him sheepishly before looking around. "Tetsu? Where is he anyway?" You ask and your eyes widen when you feel 6 small claws dig into your shoulder and a dry lick on your cheek.
"Well, speak of the fuzzy devil…" Shin mutters while going back to his sweeping.
"Oh, hi Tetsu! What the hell kinda diet are you on little guy? It's like you lost, gained, gained and lost 200 pounds!" You say petting the albino fox, unaware of Shin's odd look towards you. The fox mews back rubbing against your cheek.
"And as funny as it may be…" You whisper to the fox, walking away from Shin. "You should stop… Pooping behind the dojo, it's not a secret… And Shin might have you for lunch one day, too…" The fox mews again, seeming like he's defending himself. "Fine, but don't blame me if Shin eats you alive."
You step inside the dojo and smile noticing Shippou practicing some swings with a boken.
"Hey, Tadpole! You should start practicing, too! If I didn't know any better I'd say you were getting rusty! And if you're not scared this time, how about we spare for a while!" Your grandfather says tossing you a boken. 'Rusty? Scared! Feh, I'll beat this old man into the ground!'
"So, have you had enough yet, Tadpole?" The old man asks arrogantly.
You glare at the old geezer, wiping a bit of sweat from your brow. It seems you're rusty as that twenty-year old Cadillac in your grandfather's garage. You sigh irritated, wiping your hands on your jeans and holding the boken tightly in your hand. Thankfully, no one was here, in the dojo, to see your pitiful defeat.
"No, I could do this all day until you're worn out, but I don't have the time to…" You say tossing the boken aside and walking to the exit of the dojo.
"I'm not surprised; you barely come home nowadays thanks to that boyfriend you're with most of the time now…" Your grandfather mutters a bit bitter. You blink confusedly, before pausing and turning toward the old man, resignedly.
"Well, Grandpa, I actually may be a bit rusty… So, I'll be home a lot more next week, to practice." You say leaning against the wall beside the door.
"Really now?" He asks and you shrug in reply. "Heh, I love whipping you, Tadpole! You're always so dispassionate after someone's kicked your ass and a few minutes later you're determined to improve!" The old man says with twinkling eyes. "You're so much like your mother…" He whispers before walking beside you. "Lets go to the house, I have some special stuff that will pick your mood right up!"
You smile a bittersweet smile at the mention of your late mother. "That'd be great, Grandpa, lets go already! I don't wanna catch the pneumonia out here!"
Above the tan sky seemed to glow down upon your vacant face as you pull the car down open and Shippou sadly hops in, he must not wanted to leave. Ken was late, very late, instead of coming back in one hour it was more like four to six hours before he finally showed up, but who was actually checking the time, Ken definitely wasn't. Not that it really mattered to you, what Ken did alone, was his business, but if he was the same way with taking Shippou to school, or anything else important, that was a different story. Shippou, of course, hoped he wouldn't show, since he was having such a good old blast with Ryochi and was probably interested in the lifestyles of the poor and the unknown, too.
You wave weakly at your grandfather, Shin and Ryochi as you slide into the car before slamming the car door shut. Your grandfather really did give you some special stuff to help your "dispassionate" mood, though he didn't tell you what was in it. You sit the thermos of warm liquid in your lap staring down at it coolly. Whatever it was it couldn't be that bad, the old man wouldn't poison his only, living grandchild… Though one could never be too sure… You smirk half-heartedly, shifting your gaze out the window, watching as houses and other cars go by. Today was… Strange, a bit normal actually and therefore it was strange… Plus, Ken got back so late, you couldn't take Shippou out for ice-cream with Inuyasha's credit card! Damn you, Frogger!
You drop your backpack on the comfy couch, leaving the thermos of unknown liquid alone on the coffee table. Your mood was picking up, without drinking the weird drink. You smile at Shippou as she turns on the TV and you head down the hallway in search for a certain dog boy. Pushing his office door open, you frown seeing it empty and quickly turn the corner. Your mood brightens when you see him walking toward you. You happily bounce toward him, none but glomping him, when you pounce.
"Hi Inuyasha!" You sing cheerfully, wrapping your legs around his waist as he continues to walk down the hall. "We would have been back a bit earlier, but Ken- being the meanie he is, said he was going to pick us up an hour later, but came in like six-seven hours later! Not that it wasn't nice to hang out with my grandfather and the others, Shippou had a lot of fun! So, how was your meeting?" He grunts in reply, as he walks into his office.
"What's wrong?" You ask.
You quickly maneuver yourself when he sits in his chair before the computer. You sigh, leaning your head against his chest, trying to get comfortable, sitting a bit slouched on his lap, straddling his waist.
"I have to attend another meeting tomorrow, which will probably last all day, too." He mutters. 'Damn!'
"Why? Do you always work on weekend?" You ask sadly.
"No, I'm trying to merge an alliance between TR corp. and this other new company, but all the other guy wants to do is talk and talk about it, even though he's already read the contract…" Inuyasha says irritably.
"Oh… I never liked those kinda people, either…" You add as you start to trace your fingers in odd shapes on his chest.
"Ne, Inuyasha since I'm going home tomorrow and you're going to be in a meeting all day tomorrow… Maybe we could, uh-if you're not too busy we could, you know…" You say fighting off a blush.
"…Really?" He asks, raising a brow.
"Yeah, since we barely have any time together as it is so…"
You reattach yourself to him, when he stands up again, holding you this time, by your thighs so you won't slip. You raise a brow when he slides you onto his desk.
"If that's what you want right now, I can clear my schedule…" He replies smirking.
Your eyes widen when he presses his lips against yours. You quickly melt against him, but remember the question you were asking.
"I-Inuyasha…" You whisper dazedly when his lips move from your mouth to your neck. "I-I think you misunderstood me."
The dog boy gives you no response, as he continues spreading kisses along your neck. 'Ah, well… I was asking if we could go on a date, but we already have done it tons of times, so what can this hurt…' You smile, pleased with your mental decision as you slowly unbutton the dog boy's shirt…
You whimper softly as the dog boy trails heated kisses down your chest. You grind your hips demandingly into his crotch… You may be a bit impatient, but you can't help it! If he doesn't take you now, you're going to explode!
As images of last night flicker through your mind, you find yourself unable to fall back asleep. Rolling over you reach for your favorite warmth, but find it gone… Sighing you reluctantly open your eyes, to find you're in the large comfy bed alone. 'Oh yeah…' You frown. 'Inuyasha, is going to be at some meeting all day…' You roll over again on your stomach, burying your face in the pillows and inhaling deeply, delighted to find the scent of your lover still fresh in the pillows. 'Well… I'll just stay in bed for a bit… Maybe until noon or something, then I can get Ken to get me some breakfast in bed…'
"(your name), come on! Breakfast is ready!" You hear Shippou's muffled voice yell behind the bedroom door. 'Damn…'
You yawn as you take a bite of your syrup soaked pancakes. You could have slept an extra hour or two! Sometimes Shippou is just a little annoying, though he means well, of course… You glance tiredly at the fox boy to your right. It turns out; after you got out of bed you almost fell asleep in the shower, despite your wide-a-wake feeling in bed. You watch Shippou leave the table, open the frig and pull out a thermos. He sets the container beside you and seats back down.
"Shippou, what's this?" You ask the boy gesturing to the thermos with your fork.
"That's what grandpa gave you, I found it last night on the table and I put it in the frig!"
"Oh, thanks Shippou… I forgot all about it." You snap the top of the thermos open and take a cautious sip of the liquid. 'Ooh, bubbly!'
You take a swig of the strange, but tasty liquid, happily. You continue on with your breakfast, taking a sip with every bite… When breakfast ends you find your thermos of odd liquid empty. You dump yours and Shippou's plates into the sink, and happily skip out of the kitchen. You're suddenly feeling oddly cheerful and maybe a bit energetic! You flop on the empty space on the couch beside Shippou as he turns on the TV. You grin as an ice-cream commercial comes on. That place, Laskin Robbins must have every single flavor there is!
"Shippou, wanna go out for ice-cream?" You ask jumping up from the couch.
"Yeah!" The fox boy replies hopping up from the couch.
"Now… Oh Ken!" You skip into the kitchen, to Ken who's washing dishes.
"Take me and Shippou out for ice cream! Now!" You command the man.
"Hell no, I only take orders from Lord Inuyasha!" He replies twisting the water dial to turn off.
"Now Mr. Ken… Don't you remember when we first met-" You in pause in remembrance. "You said something about hurting me and… Harshly being punished right?" You ask wrapping an arm around the man's shoulders.
"Are you trying to blackmail me, brat?" He asks back scowling.
"I dunno, Mr. Ken, what do you think? You really did bruise me terribly when you slammed me into the gate, pulled me by my hair to the car and smacked me up until I lost consciousness… Or maybe we should get Inuyasha's personal opinion on this, huh?" You whisper, hoping to be talking low enough, so Shippou won't overhear.
"Lord Inuyasha would never believe you…" He growls.
"Really? Are you sure about that? Are you positive he'd trust his chauffer, his butler, his minion…? More than his woman, his lover… The future mother of his children?" You chuckle evilly. "Really Ken, I didn't know you and my Inuyashawere that close, eh?"
Ken jerks away from you. "His evil wench… Get your coats!" He growls, walking out of the room.
"You flatter me, Mr. Ken!" You call after the irritated Ken, and smile blissfully at Shippou, who's gives you a peculiar stare. "Why is everyone looking at me like that? Come on, Shippou! We're going to go get ice-cream! And lots of it!"
You sing, bouncing happily in the backseat of the car, when realization hit you! You're ultra tired of singing, this car must have a radio or something!
"Hey driver, turn on some music, I'm tired of singing!" You yell to the irked Ken in the front seat, who ignores you. "'Ello! Driver, I demand you turn on some tunes! We're wasting away back here!" You look out the window annoyed and grin happily again.
"Oh, look a playground! Pull over Ken I want to play on the playground! What about you, Shippou!" You say looking starry-eyed at the playground.
"I to want to play too!"
"Pull over right now Ken or I think I'll just tell Inuyasha tonight about-"
"Alright, shut up!" The wheels of the car screech against the pavement as he quickly pulls over and parks.
"Come on, Shippou! Lets go to the jungle gym!"
You quickly jump out the car and run toward the jungle gym, followed by an equally happy Shippou. The last time you went to the playground was when you were thirteen, which isn't the most beloved memory you like to bring up. You come to a complete halt, as you touch your cheek numbly. You gulp, as your glazed over eyes travel from the jungle gym to the swings.
A thirteen year-old girl, sits stiffly on a swing, head bowed and hands clutching the chains of the swings. She twitches visibly as tears drop nonstop onto her lap. She didn't know how long she was here, in the park and she didn't know why she was here either. Sitting around crying wasn't going to help anyone, it wasn't going to earn her good grades, it wasn't going to pay the bills, and it definitely wasn't going to bring anyone back from the dead. That was what her father told her, but she still couldn't help it, she was just a kid… She had to cry.
"(your name), is that you?" A gentle, male voice says behind her.
"Dad?" The girl gasps and jumps up from the swings and wipes her tears away.
"What are you doing here, (your name)? I thought we had an agreement that you wouldn't leave home without my permission anymore?" He asks softly.
"Uhm, I was coming home from school and I decided to go into the park, I didn't know it had gotten this late, I'm sorry Dad." She replies guiltily turning toward the adult.
"It's alright, (your name), but don' do it again... (your name) have you been crying again?" He whispers and the girl quickly shakes her head and pulls a folded up piece of paper out of her pocket.
"No, Dad, there was just something in my eye…" She unfolds the piece of paper. "In English class today, we had an open topic to write on, I didn't know what to write about, so Mrs. Benson said that I could write a letter to Mom…" She pauses and glances up at the adult. "Do you want to hear it? Mrs. Benson said you'd like it."
"(your name), I-"
"Dear Mom and little brother,
Me and Dad miss you lots and hope you come back soon! Guess what, Dad got his big promotion! Just like you knew he did, mom! Dad said yesterday that we could move away, once he gets enough money, but I don't want to because sometimes when I listen really hard, I can still hear you singing in the kitchen, mom! It's like you never left and I don't want to leave you and little brother for a house in the suburbs. What do you think we should do mom?
Love and miss you lots-
(your name)
PS. I did what you told me to do and Billy doesn't bully me anymore, it turns out he likes me!"
The girl smiles proudly before folding the letter back up again. She looks up at her father waiting for a reply.
"Dad? What do you think?" The girl asks and peers at her father's face. "Dad, are you crying?"
Crack! The girl stares forward in shock, as she reaches up and touches her numb cheek. As she touches her bruising cheek her eyes roll toward her father's pained face.
"Don't be a fool, (your name). Crying is for children who don't get their way. It won't pay the bills, it won't get you a job and it definitely won't bring your mother back. Writing pathetic letters won't either! If I ever see you crying again-
"(your name)! What's wrong? Don't you want to play on the jungle gym?"
You snap back into the present and stare down wide-eyed at Shippou, before coughing, and hiding your discomfort.
"I'm good, Shippou. I just don't feel like playing on the playground all of a sudden, maybe Ken can get Ryochi and bring you to another playground later?" You ask heading back toward the car.
"Really? Are really ok? You looked like you were about to cry a minute ago… Did Inuyasha do something stupid again?" Shippou counters as you slide into the backseat of the car again.
You give the fox boy an impassive glance. "I'm just ice-cream depraved, Shippou. Mr. Ken, get driving already!"
You lick the double scoop ice cream, happily as you step in front of the first floor, secretary's desk. After you three left from the park, you went straight to the ice cream parlor, as Ken promised. Sadly, Shippou didn't stop questioning you about your sudden change about playing in the playground. So, to get away from his questions you demanded Ken to bring you to Inuyasha! …. Which he refused, so you settled just to be dropped off at the place he was, Tenrousei corporations.
Security was indeed, tight, but with your clever stealth skills you would be knocking on the dog demon's office door in no time!
"Excuse, Officer, the bathroom on this floor is out of order; can you please tell me where another bathroom in the building is?" You ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes.
Hook line and sinker! Almost half the guards in the building feel for the same act! And the rest, you ran from… You quickly step out of the elevator; this had to be the top floor, if it wasn't… You were probably going to go to jail for entering and breaking! You inwardly whimper and drop your melted ice- cream in a garbage bin.
You raise an eyebrow, when you hear a knock coming from the stairwell exit, down the hall. You approach the quietly, as the knocking continues. You frown, who the hell would knock on the stairwell door? Unless it's locked of course, maybe it's locked. You feel tempted to ask whose there as you shrug and turn the knob; hopefully it wasn't one of the security guards trying to trick you. When you open the door, it suddenly swings open on its own and just as soon a pale hand reaches out of the darkness and grabs you.
You squeak in surprise, as you're suddenly yanked inside of the eerily dark stairwell and feel a hand cover your gaping mouth quickly. Just as you try to struggle out of the person's grip and flee back into the fluorescent light of the office, the stairwell door, slams shut before your eyes and you feel your self trapped in a room of complete and unnatural darkness with a stranger. You gasp as the person pulls you toward them and into a bone crushing hug. You stand there awkwardly staring into the darkness and you almost feel relieved or even more afraid when the person finally speaks.
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Author's Notes
Ah, yep! Another chapter under the belt! Good for everyone, no? Hn, I'm not sure if the title fits with the real, main point of the chapter and if you don't understand it either, don't worry about it… This is just Kagerou's way of getting the story back on track bit by bit… And if you don't understand that either… It's just Kagerou's way of being confusing… Anyways, does anyone think I'm doing a bit too much with those flashback/memory things? Because I know they're as much as original as naming what kind of clothing and what color clothing the 'you' character is wearing. (In other stories, cuz I try to shy away from doing stuff like that)
You don't know, how much fun I had writing the Mission- Blackmail Ken! Part… Not that I have anything against him, I find it fun harassing characters in general, wow I have to do that more often… And I was really tempted to title this chapter- Inuyasha's Evil Wench! Hahahaha!
Yeah, so, before I forget! (Again, 'sigh') Is anyone interested in becoming the story's beta reader? I posted the 3 (must have) requirements on my bio page, so if anyone's interested do email Kagerou! She just loves email! Though, not junk mail because… It's junk and annoying… She doesn't like spam either, both kinds…
Later!